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"The Rake: A Few Scenes from My Childhood" By David Mamet
"The Rake: A Few Scenes from My Childhood"
By David Mamet
By David Mamet
There was the incident of the rake and there was the incident of the school play, and it seems to me that they both took place at the round kitchen table.
The table was not in the kitchen proper but in an area called the nook," which held its claim to that small measure of charm by dint of a waist-high wall separating it from an adjacent area known as the living room.
All family meals were eaten in the nook. There was a dining room to the right, but, as in most rooms of that name at the time and in those surroundings, it was never used.
The round table was of wrought iron and topped with glass; it was noteworthy for that glass, for it was more than once and rather more than several times, I am inclined to think, that my stepfather would grow so angry as to bring some object down on the glass top, shattering it, thus giving us to know how we had forced him out of control.
And it seems that most times when he would shatter the table, as often as that might have been, he would cut some portion of himself on the glass, or that he or his wife, our mother, would cut their hands on picking up the glass afterward, and that we children were to understand, and did understand, that these wounds were our fault.
So the table was associated in our minds with the notion of blood.
The house was in a brand-new housing development in the southern suburbs. The new community was built upon, and now bordered, the re-mains of what had once been a cornfield. When our new family moved in, there were but a few homes in the development completed, and a few more under construction. Most streets were mud, and boasted a house here or there, and many empty lots marked out by white stakes.
The house we lived in was the development's Model Home. The first time we had seen it, it had signs plastered on the front and throughout the interior telling of the various conveniences it contained. And it had a lawn, and was one of the only homes in the new community that did.
My stepfather was fond of the lawn, and he detailed me and my sister to care for it, and one fall afternoon we found ourselves assigned to rake the leaves.
Why this chore should have been so hated I cannot say, except that we children, and I especially, felt ourselves less than full members of this new, cobbled-together family, and disliked being assigned to the beautification of a home that we found unbeautiful in all respects, and for which we had neither natural affection nor a sense of proprietary interest.
We went to the new high school. We walked the mile down the open two-lane road on one side of which was the just-begun suburban community and on the other side of which was the cornfield.
The school was as new as the community, and still under construction for the first three years of its occupancy. One of its innovations was the notion that honesty would be engendered by the absence of security, and so the lockers were designed and built both without locks and with-out the possibility of attaching locks. And there was the corresponding rash of thievery and many lectures about the same from the school ad-ministration, but it was difficult to point with pride to any scholastic or community tradition supporting the suggestion that we, the students, pull together in this new, utopian way. We were, in school, in an uncompleted building in the midst of a mud field in the midst of a corn-field. Our various sports teams were called The Spartans; and I played on those teams, which were of a wretchedness consistent with their novelty.
Meanwhile my sister interested herself in the drama society. The year after I had left the school she obtained the lead in the school play. It called for acting and singing, both of which she had talent for, and it looked to be a signal triumph for her in her otherwise unremarkable and unenjoyed school career.
On the night of the play's opening, she sat down to dinner with our mother and our stepfather. It may be that they ate a trifle early to allow her to get to the school to enjoy the excitement of opening night. But however it was, my sister had no appetite, and she nibbled a bit at her food, and then she got up from the table to carry her plate back to scrape it in the sink, when my mother suggested that she sit down, as she had not finished her food. My sister said she really had no appetite, but my mother insisted that, as the meal had been prepared, it would be good form to sit and eat it.
My sister sat down with the plate and pecked at her food and she tried to eat a bit, and told my mother that, no, really, she possessed no appetite whatever, and that was due, no doubt, not to the food, but to her nervousness and excitement at the prospect of opening night.
My mother, again, said that, as the food had been cooked, it had to be eaten, and my sister tried and said that she could not; at which my mother nodded. She then got up from the table and went to the telephone and looked the number up and called the school and got the drama teacher and identified herself and told him that her daughter wouldn't be coming to school that night, that, no, she was not ill, but that she would not be coming in. Yes, yes, she said, she knew her daughter had the lead in the play, and, yes, she was aware that many children and teachers had worked hard for it, et cetera, and so my sister did not play the lead in her school play. But I was long gone, out of the house by that time, and well out of it. I heard that story, and others like, at the distance of twenty-five years.
In the model house our rooms were separated from their room, the master bedroom, by a bathroom and a study. On some weekends I would go alone to visit my father in the city and my sister would stay and some-times grow frightened or lonely in her part of the house. And once, in the period when my grandfather, then in his sixties, was living with us, she became alarmed at a noise she had heard in the night; or perhaps she just became lonely, and she went out of her room and down the hall, calling for my mother, or my stepfather, or my grandfather, but the house was dark, and no one answered.
And, as she went farther down the hall, toward the living room, she heard voices, and she turned the corner, and saw a light coming from under the closed door in the master bedroom, and heard my stepfather crying, and the sound of my mother weeping. So my sister went up to the door, and she heard my stepfather talking to my grandfather and saying, "Jack. Say the words. just say the words . . " And my grandfather in his Eastern European accent, saying with obvious pain and difficulty, "No. No. I can't. Why are you making me do this? Why?" And the sound of my mother crying convulsively.
My sister opened the door, and she saw my grandfather sitting on the bed, and my stepfather standing by the closet and gesturing. On the floor of the closet she saw my mother, curled in a fetal position, moaning and crying and hugging herself. My stepfather was saying, "Say the words. just say the words." And my grandfather was breathing fast and repeating, "I can't. She knows how I feel about her. I can't." And my stepfather said, "Say the words, Jack. Please. just say you love her." At which my mother would moan louder. And my grandfather said, "I can't."
My sister pushed the door open farther and said - I don't know what she said, but she asked, I'm sure, for some reassurance, or some explanation, and my stepfather turned around and saw her and picked up a hairbrush from a dresser that he passed as he walked toward her, and he hit her in the face and slammed the door on her. And she continued to hear "Jack, say the words."
She told me that on weekends when I was gone my stepfather ended every Sunday evening by hitting or beating her for some reason or other. He would come home from depositing his own kids back at their mother's house after their weekend visitation, and would settle down tired and angry, and, as a regular matter on those evenings, would find out some intolerable behavior on my sister's part and slap or hit or beat her.
Years later, at my mother's funeral, my sister spoke to our aunt, my mother's sister, who gave a footnote to this behavior. She said when they were young, my mother and my aunt, they and their parents lived in a small flat on the West Side. My grandfather was a salesman on the road from dawn on Monday until Friday night. Their family had a fiction, and that fiction, that article of faith, was that my mother was a naughty child ' And each Friday, when he came home, his first question as he climbed the stairs was, "What has she done this week . . . ?" At which my grand-mother would tell him the terrible things that my mother had done, after which she, my mother, was beaten.
This was general knowledge in my family. The footnote concerned my grandfather's behavior later in the night. My aunt had a room of her own, and it adjoined her parents' room. And she related that each Friday, when the house had gone to bed, she, through the thin wall, heard my grandfather pleading for sex. "Cookie, please." And my grandmother responding, "No, Jack." "Cookie, please." "No, Jack." "Cookie, please."
And once, my grandfather came home and asked, "What has she done this week?" and I do not know, but I imagine that the response was not completed, and perhaps hardly begun; in any case, he reached and grabbed my mother by the back of the neck and hurled her down the stairs.
And once, in our house in the suburbs there had been an outburst by my stepfather directed at my sister. And she had, somehow, prevailed. It was, I think, that he had the facts of the case wrong, and had accused her of the commission of something for which she had demonstrably had no opportunity, and she pointed this out to him with what I can imagine, given the circumstances, was an understandable, and, given my prejudice, a commendable degree of freedom. Thinking the incident closed she went back to her room to study, and, a few moments later, saw him throw open her door, bat the book out of her hands, and pick her up and throw her against the far wall, where she struck the back of her neck on the shelf.
She was told, the next morning, that her pain, real or pretended, held no weight, and that she would have to go to school. She protested that she could not walk, or, if at all, only with the greatest of difficulty and in great pain; but she was dressed and did walk to school, where she fainted, and was brought home. For years she suffered various headaches; an X ray taken twenty years later for an unrelated problem revealed that when he threw her against the shelf he had cracked her vertebrae.
When we left the house we left in good spirits. When we went out to dinner, it was an adventure, which was strange to me, looking back, be-cause many of these dinners ended with my sister or myself being banished, sullen or in tears, from the restaurant, and told to wait in the car, as we were in disgrace.
These were the excursions that had ended, due to her or my intolerable arrogance, as it was explained to us.
The happy trips were celebrated and capped with a joke. Here is the joke: My stepfather, my mother, my sister, and I would exit the restaurant, my stepfather and mother would walk to the car, telling us that they would pick us up. We children would stand by the restaurant entrance. They would drive up in the car, open the passenger door, and wait until my sister and I had started to get in. They would then drive away.
They would drive ten or fifteen feet, and open the door again, and we would walk up again, and they would drive away again. They sometimes would drive around the block. But they would always come back, and by that time the four of us would be laughing in camaraderie and appreciation of what, I believe, was our only family joke.
We were raking the lawn, my sister and I. I was raking, and she was stuffing the leaves into a bag. I loathed the job, and my muscles and my mind rebelled, and I was viciously angry, and my sister said something, and I turned and threw the rake at her and hit her in the face.
The rake was split bamboo and metal, and a piece of metal caught her lip and cut her badly.
We were both terrified, and I was sick with guilt, and we ran into the house, my sister holding her hand to her mouth, and her mouth and her hand and the front of her dress covered in blood.
We ran into the kitchen where my mother was cooking dinner, and my mother asked what happened.
Neither of us, myself out of guilt, of course, and my sister out of a de-sire to avert the terrible punishment she knew I would receive, neither of us would say what occurred.
My mother pressed us, and neither of us would answer. She said that until one or the other answered, we would not go to the hospital; and so the family sat down to dinner where my sister clutched a napkin to her face and the blood soaked the napkin and ran down onto her food, which she had to cat; and I also ate my food and we cleared the table and went to the hospital.
I remember the walks home from school in the frigid winter, along the cornfield that was, for all its proximity to the city, part of the prairie. The winters were viciously cold. From the remove of years, I can see how the area might and may have been beautiful. One could have walked in the stubble of the cornfields, or hunted birds, or enjoyed any of a number of pleasures naturally occurring.
The table was not in the kitchen proper but in an area called the nook," which held its claim to that small measure of charm by dint of a waist-high wall separating it from an adjacent area known as the living room.
All family meals were eaten in the nook. There was a dining room to the right, but, as in most rooms of that name at the time and in those surroundings, it was never used.
The round table was of wrought iron and topped with glass; it was noteworthy for that glass, for it was more than once and rather more than several times, I am inclined to think, that my stepfather would grow so angry as to bring some object down on the glass top, shattering it, thus giving us to know how we had forced him out of control.
And it seems that most times when he would shatter the table, as often as that might have been, he would cut some portion of himself on the glass, or that he or his wife, our mother, would cut their hands on picking up the glass afterward, and that we children were to understand, and did understand, that these wounds were our fault.
So the table was associated in our minds with the notion of blood.
The house was in a brand-new housing development in the southern suburbs. The new community was built upon, and now bordered, the re-mains of what had once been a cornfield. When our new family moved in, there were but a few homes in the development completed, and a few more under construction. Most streets were mud, and boasted a house here or there, and many empty lots marked out by white stakes.
The house we lived in was the development's Model Home. The first time we had seen it, it had signs plastered on the front and throughout the interior telling of the various conveniences it contained. And it had a lawn, and was one of the only homes in the new community that did.
My stepfather was fond of the lawn, and he detailed me and my sister to care for it, and one fall afternoon we found ourselves assigned to rake the leaves.
Why this chore should have been so hated I cannot say, except that we children, and I especially, felt ourselves less than full members of this new, cobbled-together family, and disliked being assigned to the beautification of a home that we found unbeautiful in all respects, and for which we had neither natural affection nor a sense of proprietary interest.
We went to the new high school. We walked the mile down the open two-lane road on one side of which was the just-begun suburban community and on the other side of which was the cornfield.
The school was as new as the community, and still under construction for the first three years of its occupancy. One of its innovations was the notion that honesty would be engendered by the absence of security, and so the lockers were designed and built both without locks and with-out the possibility of attaching locks. And there was the corresponding rash of thievery and many lectures about the same from the school ad-ministration, but it was difficult to point with pride to any scholastic or community tradition supporting the suggestion that we, the students, pull together in this new, utopian way. We were, in school, in an uncompleted building in the midst of a mud field in the midst of a corn-field. Our various sports teams were called The Spartans; and I played on those teams, which were of a wretchedness consistent with their novelty.
Meanwhile my sister interested herself in the drama society. The year after I had left the school she obtained the lead in the school play. It called for acting and singing, both of which she had talent for, and it looked to be a signal triumph for her in her otherwise unremarkable and unenjoyed school career.
On the night of the play's opening, she sat down to dinner with our mother and our stepfather. It may be that they ate a trifle early to allow her to get to the school to enjoy the excitement of opening night. But however it was, my sister had no appetite, and she nibbled a bit at her food, and then she got up from the table to carry her plate back to scrape it in the sink, when my mother suggested that she sit down, as she had not finished her food. My sister said she really had no appetite, but my mother insisted that, as the meal had been prepared, it would be good form to sit and eat it.
My sister sat down with the plate and pecked at her food and she tried to eat a bit, and told my mother that, no, really, she possessed no appetite whatever, and that was due, no doubt, not to the food, but to her nervousness and excitement at the prospect of opening night.
My mother, again, said that, as the food had been cooked, it had to be eaten, and my sister tried and said that she could not; at which my mother nodded. She then got up from the table and went to the telephone and looked the number up and called the school and got the drama teacher and identified herself and told him that her daughter wouldn't be coming to school that night, that, no, she was not ill, but that she would not be coming in. Yes, yes, she said, she knew her daughter had the lead in the play, and, yes, she was aware that many children and teachers had worked hard for it, et cetera, and so my sister did not play the lead in her school play. But I was long gone, out of the house by that time, and well out of it. I heard that story, and others like, at the distance of twenty-five years.
In the model house our rooms were separated from their room, the master bedroom, by a bathroom and a study. On some weekends I would go alone to visit my father in the city and my sister would stay and some-times grow frightened or lonely in her part of the house. And once, in the period when my grandfather, then in his sixties, was living with us, she became alarmed at a noise she had heard in the night; or perhaps she just became lonely, and she went out of her room and down the hall, calling for my mother, or my stepfather, or my grandfather, but the house was dark, and no one answered.
And, as she went farther down the hall, toward the living room, she heard voices, and she turned the corner, and saw a light coming from under the closed door in the master bedroom, and heard my stepfather crying, and the sound of my mother weeping. So my sister went up to the door, and she heard my stepfather talking to my grandfather and saying, "Jack. Say the words. just say the words . . " And my grandfather in his Eastern European accent, saying with obvious pain and difficulty, "No. No. I can't. Why are you making me do this? Why?" And the sound of my mother crying convulsively.
My sister opened the door, and she saw my grandfather sitting on the bed, and my stepfather standing by the closet and gesturing. On the floor of the closet she saw my mother, curled in a fetal position, moaning and crying and hugging herself. My stepfather was saying, "Say the words. just say the words." And my grandfather was breathing fast and repeating, "I can't. She knows how I feel about her. I can't." And my stepfather said, "Say the words, Jack. Please. just say you love her." At which my mother would moan louder. And my grandfather said, "I can't."
My sister pushed the door open farther and said - I don't know what she said, but she asked, I'm sure, for some reassurance, or some explanation, and my stepfather turned around and saw her and picked up a hairbrush from a dresser that he passed as he walked toward her, and he hit her in the face and slammed the door on her. And she continued to hear "Jack, say the words."
She told me that on weekends when I was gone my stepfather ended every Sunday evening by hitting or beating her for some reason or other. He would come home from depositing his own kids back at their mother's house after their weekend visitation, and would settle down tired and angry, and, as a regular matter on those evenings, would find out some intolerable behavior on my sister's part and slap or hit or beat her.
Years later, at my mother's funeral, my sister spoke to our aunt, my mother's sister, who gave a footnote to this behavior. She said when they were young, my mother and my aunt, they and their parents lived in a small flat on the West Side. My grandfather was a salesman on the road from dawn on Monday until Friday night. Their family had a fiction, and that fiction, that article of faith, was that my mother was a naughty child ' And each Friday, when he came home, his first question as he climbed the stairs was, "What has she done this week . . . ?" At which my grand-mother would tell him the terrible things that my mother had done, after which she, my mother, was beaten.
This was general knowledge in my family. The footnote concerned my grandfather's behavior later in the night. My aunt had a room of her own, and it adjoined her parents' room. And she related that each Friday, when the house had gone to bed, she, through the thin wall, heard my grandfather pleading for sex. "Cookie, please." And my grandmother responding, "No, Jack." "Cookie, please." "No, Jack." "Cookie, please."
And once, my grandfather came home and asked, "What has she done this week?" and I do not know, but I imagine that the response was not completed, and perhaps hardly begun; in any case, he reached and grabbed my mother by the back of the neck and hurled her down the stairs.
And once, in our house in the suburbs there had been an outburst by my stepfather directed at my sister. And she had, somehow, prevailed. It was, I think, that he had the facts of the case wrong, and had accused her of the commission of something for which she had demonstrably had no opportunity, and she pointed this out to him with what I can imagine, given the circumstances, was an understandable, and, given my prejudice, a commendable degree of freedom. Thinking the incident closed she went back to her room to study, and, a few moments later, saw him throw open her door, bat the book out of her hands, and pick her up and throw her against the far wall, where she struck the back of her neck on the shelf.
She was told, the next morning, that her pain, real or pretended, held no weight, and that she would have to go to school. She protested that she could not walk, or, if at all, only with the greatest of difficulty and in great pain; but she was dressed and did walk to school, where she fainted, and was brought home. For years she suffered various headaches; an X ray taken twenty years later for an unrelated problem revealed that when he threw her against the shelf he had cracked her vertebrae.
When we left the house we left in good spirits. When we went out to dinner, it was an adventure, which was strange to me, looking back, be-cause many of these dinners ended with my sister or myself being banished, sullen or in tears, from the restaurant, and told to wait in the car, as we were in disgrace.
These were the excursions that had ended, due to her or my intolerable arrogance, as it was explained to us.
The happy trips were celebrated and capped with a joke. Here is the joke: My stepfather, my mother, my sister, and I would exit the restaurant, my stepfather and mother would walk to the car, telling us that they would pick us up. We children would stand by the restaurant entrance. They would drive up in the car, open the passenger door, and wait until my sister and I had started to get in. They would then drive away.
They would drive ten or fifteen feet, and open the door again, and we would walk up again, and they would drive away again. They sometimes would drive around the block. But they would always come back, and by that time the four of us would be laughing in camaraderie and appreciation of what, I believe, was our only family joke.
We were raking the lawn, my sister and I. I was raking, and she was stuffing the leaves into a bag. I loathed the job, and my muscles and my mind rebelled, and I was viciously angry, and my sister said something, and I turned and threw the rake at her and hit her in the face.
The rake was split bamboo and metal, and a piece of metal caught her lip and cut her badly.
We were both terrified, and I was sick with guilt, and we ran into the house, my sister holding her hand to her mouth, and her mouth and her hand and the front of her dress covered in blood.
We ran into the kitchen where my mother was cooking dinner, and my mother asked what happened.
Neither of us, myself out of guilt, of course, and my sister out of a de-sire to avert the terrible punishment she knew I would receive, neither of us would say what occurred.
My mother pressed us, and neither of us would answer. She said that until one or the other answered, we would not go to the hospital; and so the family sat down to dinner where my sister clutched a napkin to her face and the blood soaked the napkin and ran down onto her food, which she had to cat; and I also ate my food and we cleared the table and went to the hospital.
I remember the walks home from school in the frigid winter, along the cornfield that was, for all its proximity to the city, part of the prairie. The winters were viciously cold. From the remove of years, I can see how the area might and may have been beautiful. One could have walked in the stubble of the cornfields, or hunted birds, or enjoyed any of a number of pleasures naturally occurring.
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How to train your dragon
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Armored 2009
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Avatar 2009
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Avatar is a 2009 American epic science fiction film written and directed by James Cameron and starring Sam Worthington, Zoe Saldana, Sigourney Weaver, Michelle Rodriguez and Stephen Lang. The film is set in the year 2154, when humans are mining a precious mineral called unobtanium on Pandora, a lush moon of a gas giant in the Alpha Centauri star system.[5][6][7] The expansion of the mining colony threatens the continued existence of a local tribe of Na'vi—a sentient humanoid species indigenous to Pandora. The film's title refers to the genetically engineered Na'vi and human hybrid bodies used by a team of researchers to interact with the natives of Pandora.[8]
Development on Avatar began in 1994, when Cameron wrote an 80-page scriptment for the film.[9] Filming was supposed to take place after the completion of Cameron's 1997 film Titanic, for a planned release in 1999,[10] but according to Cameron, the necessary technology was not yet available to achieve his vision of the film.[11] Work on the language for the film's extraterrestrial beings began in summer 2005, and Cameron began developing the screenplay and fictional universe in early 2006.[12][13]
Avatar was officially budgeted at US$237 million.[2] Other estimates put the cost between $280 million and $310 million for production, and at $150 million for promotion.[14][15][16] The film was released for traditional two-dimensional projectors, as well as in 3-D, using the RealD 3D, Dolby 3D, XpanD 3D and IMAX 3D formats, and also in 4-D.[17] The stereoscopic filmmaking was touted as a likely breakthrough in cinematic technology.[18]
Avatar premiered in London on December 10, 2009, and was released overseas on December 16 and in North America on December 18, to critical acclaim and commercial success.[19][20][21] The film broke several box office records during its release and became the highest-grossing film of all time in North America[22] and worldwide, surpassing Titanic, which had held the records for the previous 12 years.[23] It also became the first film to gross more than $2 billion.[24] Following the film's success, Cameron stated that there will be a sequel.[25] Avatar was nominated for nine Academy Awards, including Best Picture and Best Director,[26] and won three, for Best Cinematography, Best Visual Effects and Best Art Direction.
Development on Avatar began in 1994, when Cameron wrote an 80-page scriptment for the film.[9] Filming was supposed to take place after the completion of Cameron's 1997 film Titanic, for a planned release in 1999,[10] but according to Cameron, the necessary technology was not yet available to achieve his vision of the film.[11] Work on the language for the film's extraterrestrial beings began in summer 2005, and Cameron began developing the screenplay and fictional universe in early 2006.[12][13]
Avatar was officially budgeted at US$237 million.[2] Other estimates put the cost between $280 million and $310 million for production, and at $150 million for promotion.[14][15][16] The film was released for traditional two-dimensional projectors, as well as in 3-D, using the RealD 3D, Dolby 3D, XpanD 3D and IMAX 3D formats, and also in 4-D.[17] The stereoscopic filmmaking was touted as a likely breakthrough in cinematic technology.[18]
Avatar premiered in London on December 10, 2009, and was released overseas on December 16 and in North America on December 18, to critical acclaim and commercial success.[19][20][21] The film broke several box office records during its release and became the highest-grossing film of all time in North America[22] and worldwide, surpassing Titanic, which had held the records for the previous 12 years.[23] It also became the first film to gross more than $2 billion.[24] Following the film's success, Cameron stated that there will be a sequel.[25] Avatar was nominated for nine Academy Awards, including Best Picture and Best Director,[26] and won three, for Best Cinematography, Best Visual Effects and Best Art Direction.
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Way of the panda
KG is a young chinese martial arts champion. She is always the underdog, but is empowered with a big heart and amazing self belief. But KG's best weapon is her mentor, the hilarious Master Panda. Together they embark in some magical martial arts adventures whilst restoring justice to her beautiful kingdom.
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Green Zone
Discovering covert and faulty intelligence causes a U.S. Army officer to go rogue as he hunts for Weapons of Mass Destruction in an unstable region.
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Code cua chuong trinh chat!
The client:
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using System.IO;
using System.Net;
using System;
using System.Threading;
using N = System.Net;
using System.Collections;
using System.Windows.Forms;
using System.ComponentModel;
using System.Runtime.InteropServices;
class TalkUser {
static Form talk;
static N.Sockets.TcpClient TC;
[DllImport("kernel32.dll")]
private static extern void ExitProcess(int a);
public static void Main() {
talk = new Form();
talk.Text = "TalkUser - The OFFICIAL TalkServ Client";
talk.Closing += new CancelEventHandler(talk_Closing);
talk.Controls.Add(new TextBox());
talk.Controls[0].Dock = DockStyle.Fill;
talk.Controls.Add(new TextBox());
talk.Controls[1].Dock = DockStyle.Bottom;
((TextBox)talk.Controls[0]).Multiline = true;
((TextBox)talk.Controls[1]).Multiline = true;
talk.WindowState = FormWindowState.Maximized;
talk.Show();
((TextBox)talk.Controls[1]).KeyUp += new KeyEventHandler(key_up);
TC = new N.Sockets.TcpClient();
TC.Connect("IP OF A SERVER HERE",4296);
Thread t = new Thread(new ThreadStart(run));
t.Start();
while(true) {
Application.DoEvents();
}
}
private static void talk_Closing(object s, CancelEventArgs e) {
e.Cancel = false;
Application.Exit();
ExitProcess(0);
}
private static void key_up(object s,KeyEventArgs e) {
TextBox TB = (TextBox)s;
if(TB.Lines.Length>1) {
StreamWriter SW = new StreamWriter(TC.GetStream());
SW.WriteLine(TB.Text);
SW.Flush();
TB.Text = "";
TB.Lines = null;
}
}
private static void run() {
StreamReader SR = new StreamReader(TC.GetStream());
while(true) {
Application.DoEvents();
TextBox TB = (TextBox)talk.Controls[0];
TB.AppendText(SR.ReadLine()+"\r\n");
TB.SelectionStart = TB.Text.Length;
}
}
}
The Server:
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using System.IO;
using System.Net;
using System;
using System.Threading;
using N = System.Net;
using System.Collections;
class TalkServ {
System.Net.Sockets.TcpListener server;
public static Hashtable handles;
public static Hashtable handleByConnect;
public static void Main() {
TalkServ TS = new TalkServ();
}
public TalkServ() {
handles = new Hashtable(100);
handleByConnect = new Hashtable(100);
server = new System.Net.Sockets.TcpListener(4296);
while(true) {
server.Start();
if(server.Pending()) {
N.Sockets.TcpClient connection = server.AcceptTcpClient();
Console.WriteLine("Connection made");
BackForth BF = new BackForth(connection);
}
}
}
public static void SendToAll(string name,string msg) {
StreamWriter SW;
ArrayList ToRemove = new ArrayList(0);
N.Sockets.TcpClient[] tc = new N.Sockets.TcpClient[TalkServ.handles.Count];
TalkServ.handles.Values.CopyTo(tc,0);
for(int i=0;i
if(msg.Trim()==""||tc[i]==null)
continue;
SW = new StreamWriter(tc[i].GetStream());
SW.WriteLine(name + ": " + msg);
SW.Flush();
SW = null;
} catch(Exception e44) { e44 = e44;
string g = (string) TalkServ.handleByConnect[tc[i]];
TalkServ.SendSysMsg("** " + g + " ** HAS LEFT US.");
TalkServ.handles.Remove(g);
TalkServ.handleByConnect.Remove(tc[i]);
}
}
}
public static void SendSysMsg(string msg) {
StreamWriter SW;
ArrayList ToRemove = new ArrayList(0);
N.Sockets.TcpClient[] tc = new N.Sockets.TcpClient[TalkServ.handles.Count];
TalkServ.handles.Values.CopyTo(tc,0);
for(int i=0;i
if(msg.Trim()==""||tc[i]==null)
continue;
SW = new StreamWriter(tc[i].GetStream());
SW.WriteLine(msg);
SW.Flush();
SW = null;
} catch(Exception e44) { e44 = e44;
TalkServ.handles.Remove(TalkServ.handleByConnect[tc[i]]);
TalkServ.handleByConnect.Remove(tc[i]);
}
}
}
}//end of class TalkServ
class BackForth {
N.Sockets.TcpClient client;
System.IO.StreamReader SR;
System.IO.StreamWriter SW;
string handle;
public BackForth(System.Net.Sockets.TcpClient c) {
client = c;
Thread t = new Thread(new ThreadStart(init));
t.Start();
}
private string GetHandle() {
SW.WriteLine("What is your handle? ");
SW.Flush();
return SR.ReadLine();
}
private void run() {
try {
string l = "";
while(true) {
l = SR.ReadLine();
TalkServ.SendToAll(handle,l);
}
} catch(Exception e44) { Console.WriteLine(e44); }
}
private void init() {
SR = new System.IO.StreamReader(client.GetStream());
SW = new System.IO.StreamWriter(client.GetStream());
SW.WriteLine("WELCOME TO TalkServ! Be Nice!");
//SW.WriteLine("What is your handle? ");
//SW.Flush();
handle = GetHandle();
while(TalkServ.handles.Contains(handle)) {
SW.WriteLine("ERR - Handle already exists!");
handle = GetHandle();
}
TalkServ.handles.Add(handle,client);
TalkServ.handleByConnect.Add(client,handle);
TalkServ.SendSysMsg("** " + handle + " ** HAS JOINED US.");
SW.WriteLine("Now Talking.....\r\n-------------------------------");
SW.Flush();
Thread t = new Thread(new ThreadStart(run));
t.Start();
}
}
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using System.IO;
using System.Net;
using System;
using System.Threading;
using N = System.Net;
using System.Collections;
using System.Windows.Forms;
using System.ComponentModel;
using System.Runtime.InteropServices;
class TalkUser {
static Form talk;
static N.Sockets.TcpClient TC;
[DllImport("kernel32.dll")]
private static extern void ExitProcess(int a);
public static void Main() {
talk = new Form();
talk.Text = "TalkUser - The OFFICIAL TalkServ Client";
talk.Closing += new CancelEventHandler(talk_Closing);
talk.Controls.Add(new TextBox());
talk.Controls[0].Dock = DockStyle.Fill;
talk.Controls.Add(new TextBox());
talk.Controls[1].Dock = DockStyle.Bottom;
((TextBox)talk.Controls[0]).Multiline = true;
((TextBox)talk.Controls[1]).Multiline = true;
talk.WindowState = FormWindowState.Maximized;
talk.Show();
((TextBox)talk.Controls[1]).KeyUp += new KeyEventHandler(key_up);
TC = new N.Sockets.TcpClient();
TC.Connect("IP OF A SERVER HERE",4296);
Thread t = new Thread(new ThreadStart(run));
t.Start();
while(true) {
Application.DoEvents();
}
}
private static void talk_Closing(object s, CancelEventArgs e) {
e.Cancel = false;
Application.Exit();
ExitProcess(0);
}
private static void key_up(object s,KeyEventArgs e) {
TextBox TB = (TextBox)s;
if(TB.Lines.Length>1) {
StreamWriter SW = new StreamWriter(TC.GetStream());
SW.WriteLine(TB.Text);
SW.Flush();
TB.Text = "";
TB.Lines = null;
}
}
private static void run() {
StreamReader SR = new StreamReader(TC.GetStream());
while(true) {
Application.DoEvents();
TextBox TB = (TextBox)talk.Controls[0];
TB.AppendText(SR.ReadLine()+"\r\n");
TB.SelectionStart = TB.Text.Length;
}
}
}
The Server:
------------------------------
using System.IO;
using System.Net;
using System;
using System.Threading;
using N = System.Net;
using System.Collections;
class TalkServ {
System.Net.Sockets.TcpListener server;
public static Hashtable handles;
public static Hashtable handleByConnect;
public static void Main() {
TalkServ TS = new TalkServ();
}
public TalkServ() {
handles = new Hashtable(100);
handleByConnect = new Hashtable(100);
server = new System.Net.Sockets.TcpListener(4296);
while(true) {
server.Start();
if(server.Pending()) {
N.Sockets.TcpClient connection = server.AcceptTcpClient();
Console.WriteLine("Connection made");
BackForth BF = new BackForth(connection);
}
}
}
public static void SendToAll(string name,string msg) {
StreamWriter SW;
ArrayList ToRemove = new ArrayList(0);
N.Sockets.TcpClient[] tc = new N.Sockets.TcpClient[TalkServ.handles.Count];
TalkServ.handles.Values.CopyTo(tc,0);
for(int i=0;i
if(msg.Trim()==""||tc[i]==null)
continue;
SW = new StreamWriter(tc[i].GetStream());
SW.WriteLine(name + ": " + msg);
SW.Flush();
SW = null;
} catch(Exception e44) { e44 = e44;
string g = (string) TalkServ.handleByConnect[tc[i]];
TalkServ.SendSysMsg("** " + g + " ** HAS LEFT US.");
TalkServ.handles.Remove(g);
TalkServ.handleByConnect.Remove(tc[i]);
}
}
}
public static void SendSysMsg(string msg) {
StreamWriter SW;
ArrayList ToRemove = new ArrayList(0);
N.Sockets.TcpClient[] tc = new N.Sockets.TcpClient[TalkServ.handles.Count];
TalkServ.handles.Values.CopyTo(tc,0);
for(int i=0;i
if(msg.Trim()==""||tc[i]==null)
continue;
SW = new StreamWriter(tc[i].GetStream());
SW.WriteLine(msg);
SW.Flush();
SW = null;
} catch(Exception e44) { e44 = e44;
TalkServ.handles.Remove(TalkServ.handleByConnect[tc[i]]);
TalkServ.handleByConnect.Remove(tc[i]);
}
}
}
}//end of class TalkServ
class BackForth {
N.Sockets.TcpClient client;
System.IO.StreamReader SR;
System.IO.StreamWriter SW;
string handle;
public BackForth(System.Net.Sockets.TcpClient c) {
client = c;
Thread t = new Thread(new ThreadStart(init));
t.Start();
}
private string GetHandle() {
SW.WriteLine("What is your handle? ");
SW.Flush();
return SR.ReadLine();
}
private void run() {
try {
string l = "";
while(true) {
l = SR.ReadLine();
TalkServ.SendToAll(handle,l);
}
} catch(Exception e44) { Console.WriteLine(e44); }
}
private void init() {
SR = new System.IO.StreamReader(client.GetStream());
SW = new System.IO.StreamWriter(client.GetStream());
SW.WriteLine("WELCOME TO TalkServ! Be Nice!");
//SW.WriteLine("What is your handle? ");
//SW.Flush();
handle = GetHandle();
while(TalkServ.handles.Contains(handle)) {
SW.WriteLine("ERR - Handle already exists!");
handle = GetHandle();
}
TalkServ.handles.Add(handle,client);
TalkServ.handleByConnect.Add(client,handle);
TalkServ.SendSysMsg("** " + handle + " ** HAS JOINED US.");
SW.WriteLine("Now Talking.....\r\n-------------------------------");
SW.Flush();
Thread t = new Thread(new ThreadStart(run));
t.Start();
}
}
(Suu tam)
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
12 Round 2009
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Tuesday, February 9, 2010
History Presentation
Here are some powerpoint file for everyone in history class.
Reference Information:
Campus : Spring Branch
Time : 2:00 - 3:30 PM TTh
Semester : Sping 2010
Professor : Brooks Lewellen
Download Links:
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http://www.mediafire.com/?y2nymm2txw4
http://www.mediafire.com/?mwjhhyzmjem
http://www.mediafire.com/?gkdmnmyzm2m
http://www.mediafire.com/?gzdttekuget
http://www.mediafire.com/?52owm0nyt0t
http://www.mediafire.com/?zmmwwnzolyy
http://www.mediafire.com/?nzuzm5fzj2z
http://www.mediafire.com/?rtk1gmgzznz
http://www.mediafire.com/?wydnmlu5qtm
http://www.mediafire.com/?mtzq0d0xmnw
http://www.mediafire.com/?zjwow4wznnl
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Thanks for visiting!
Reference Information:
Campus : Spring Branch
Time : 2:00 - 3:30 PM TTh
Semester : Sping 2010
Professor : Brooks Lewellen
Download Links:
---------------
http://www.mediafire.com/?y2nymm2txw4
http://www.mediafire.com/?mwjhhyzmjem
http://www.mediafire.com/?gkdmnmyzm2m
http://www.mediafire.com/?gzdttekuget
http://www.mediafire.com/?52owm0nyt0t
http://www.mediafire.com/?zmmwwnzolyy
http://www.mediafire.com/?nzuzm5fzj2z
http://www.mediafire.com/?rtk1gmgzznz
http://www.mediafire.com/?wydnmlu5qtm
http://www.mediafire.com/?mtzq0d0xmnw
http://www.mediafire.com/?zjwow4wznnl
---------------
Thanks for visiting!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
BattleWarrior
Transformable robot - more powerful and stronger weapon after transformation.
* Several tens of enemy units and more various weapons.
* Easy and intuitive control.
* 2-D animation and effect with magnificence and high-quality.
* Upgrading the Specialized own robot with level-up.
* To acquire the chance of various items on the game.
- How to play -
* Tilt the Iphone to the right to go ahead.
* Tile the Iphone to the left to go back.
* You can jump when pushing the jump button.
* When you tap the screen, you can launch the arms.
* You can change your arm by touching 2nd arm button.
* You can transform when you touch transformation button in transformable phase.
* You can pause the game when pushing the menu button.
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- Scenario -
Time's up.
Completely ready to fight.
Are you ready to be assigned for your mission?
Outrageous enemies.
Don't worry though.
The ultramodern transformable robot, "BATTLE WARRIOR", is waiting for you.
Defeat enemies with no mercy and save the world.
You are the only one who can decide the destiny of the world.
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What's new
- bug fixed
* fix crash when starting game.
* fix sound crash.
- balance
* enemy's weapon accuracy is slight down.
Bumble Tales
Grand adventures occur in the smallest places as the Bumbles of Springleton embark on their first handheld adventure! Join 12 adorable characters in match-3 play to collect resources that unlock special powers and stories. Enjoy a relaxing game with over 90 levels in Story Mode or race the clock in Arcade Mode!
Bumble Tales: On the Go! is a GREAT companion to Bumble Tales now available on PC and Mac.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
FEATURES
- Over 90 levels reward you with character bonuses and stories
- Watch your town grow by purchasing building powers in Story Mode!
- Race the clock for high scores in Arcade Mode!
- Adorable characters, vibrant art and catchy music!
- Challenge yourself with 36 achievement trophies!
- Intuitive and responsive controls
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Licensed by
Tandem Games - www.tandemgames.com
Developed by
Conjured Realms - www.conjuredrealms.com
Perfect Dork Studios - www.perfectdorkstudios.com
Follow us on Twitter!
@tandemgames - Tandem Games
@conjuredrealms- Conjured Realms
@perfect_dork - Perfect Dork Studios
What's new
Fixed Master Story Teller Trophy
- If you are supposed to have this trophy, beat one more level in story mode and you will receive it.
Fixed bug that caused trophies to not be updated immediately after beating the game.
Modified arcade mode time decrement for a greater challenge at later levels.
Fixed bug that could cause arcade mode sound to be played twice upon entering the game.
Draw Slasher: Dark Ninja vs Pirate Monkey Zombies
"Draw Slasher" is an survival action game in which you take control of a cute ninja fighting against Pirate Monkey Zombies. These monsters invade your peaceful island, and you are the only one, who can stop them!
Slash through your enemies in style known from countless Japanese anime, and movies!
Cut off your opponents heads, hands, legs - whatever you want! Slash them to pieces and never stop the mayhem!
Hack your opponent and reappear behind his back. Do it over and over and make the biggest combo ever seen without being wounded once!
Control:
- Use your finger to draw a line across your opponent to cut through him leaving him headless and helpless. Cut your foes exactly as the line goes!
- Control the Ninja touching the arrows or taping the screen to move him left – right
Features:
- 6 gameplay modes (survival 15, 30, 45, waves, hardcore, classic)
- Two fighting arenas (Bamboo Forest, Sakura Garden)
- OpenFeint lederboards
- Dozens of achievements
- Opportunities to make unbelievable (100+) combos
- Black & white sketch graphics
- Lots of gore and cut off limbs!
- Easy, but fun fighting mechanics
- Pirate Monkey Zombies!
What's new
- Crash Problem Fixed
Bejeweled 2
One of the top paid apps of all time just got better with the entirely new Bejeweled Blitz game mode added!
1up.com raves "The implementation here is pure PopCap goodness. It looks great, feels great, sounds great, and will likely still eat up random minutes sitting in traffic."
Play the phenomenal sequel to the classic gem-swapping puzzler today!
Sit back, relax and marvel at the fun you'll have when you swap adjacent gems to match three or more sparkling jewels.
The more matches you make, the higher your score.
Enjoy four entrancing game modes with Power Gems and Hyper Cubes.
Fully optimized for the touch screen with both landscape and portrait display, it’s an all-new way to play the award-winning, Hall-of-Fame game.
Add in amazing planetary backdrops and super special effects, Bejeweled 2 is hours of high-carat fun!
And now you can experience Bejeweled Blitz, the one-minute gem-matching challenge, in this high-powered, portable version of the Facebook phenomenon! You get all the intense matching action, ability to post scores to the same Facebook leaderboards, and even access to the same weekly tournaments and prize drawings.
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Also Available from PopCap Games:
**NEW** CHUZZLE - match and pop those adorable Chuzzles!
BOOKWORM - the award-winning word game
PEGGLE - the peg-busting phenomenon
What's new
This update fixes a problem that some customers were reporting, in which high scores were erased after the update. It also addresses a bug that occasionally made it impossible to proceed past certain levels.
Pocket Tunes Radio
Listen to your favorite radio stations using your iPhone or iPod touch with Pocket Tunes Radio.
RECORDING (New in version 5.4)
Record your favorite stations to playback later. This is great for news shows that you want to listen to at a later time or when you want to listen to radio when you don't have an Internet connection, like on the plane or subway. While playing back, you scan skip forward and back to skip past songs and commercials you don't want to hear.
SKINS (New!)
Choose from several available skins to change the look and feel of the Now Playing screen!
STATIONS NEAR YOU
Pocket Tunes Radio lets you search for stations based on your current location using the GPS technology in your iPhone. No matter where you are, local stations can be easily and quickly found.
WEB-BASED STATIONS
In addition to thousands of free stations, also listen to web based subscription services for XM and Sirius satellite radio (Howard Stern, Oprah, BBC, Martha Stewart, NFL, NHL, Bloomberg, etc., ...), and Live365 VIP. These services require an active paid subscription to listen, and Pocket Tunes provides access to thousands of free stations as well. To learn more, visit pockettunesradio.com.
SELECTION (Now over 16,000 streams!)
The pre-populated station catalog can be browsed by genre and by country. You can select from over 16,000 streams (including popular stations like KCRW, Hot 97, BBC 1, etc., ...) or browse the web to add even more. The catalog is continually updated and will automatically grow as new stations are added. For convenience, you can even hide groups of stations that aren't of interest to you, to make browsing even easier.
BACKGROUND PLAYBACK
MP3 and AAC+ stations can be played in the background while you run other applications on your iPhone or iPod touch.
INTELLIGENCE
Pocket Tunes Radio remembers stations that you listen to so that you can easily find them again. To maximize playback quality, stream speed is automatically selected for you based on whether a wifi or Edge/3G network is being used. You can also override the automatically chosen speed by manually changing the station bitrate yourself.
PERSONALIZE
Add stations to your Favorites for quick access the next time you listen.
COLLECT SONGS
Like the song playing on a station? With the tap of a button, Pocket Tunes Radio will search for it in the iTunes Store so you can buy it or learn more.
MULTI TASK
Want to listen to Internet radio but still check your e-mail or surf the web? Easy, Pocket Tunes comes with a robust built in web browser so you can surf while Pocket Tunes Radio plays. You can even bookmark web pages to your Favorites.
SEARCH
Know the station you are looking for? Enter a keyword on the search tab to search the entire catalog of stations, by city, state, country, call sign, or frequency. You can even search within a group of stations, and filter the results by station tags.
SUPPORT
We invest in top-notch support engineers to get you quick and helpful responses to all of your questions. Want to see your favorite station in our catalog? Just send a request to support@normsoft.com to get it added.
TECHNICAL SPECIFICATIONS
* Formats: MP3, AAC, WMA, AAC+, Ogg Vorbis.
* Streaming Audio Protocols: MMSH, HTTP, ShoutCast, and RTSP.
Pocket Tunes® - Your Phone. Your Music.(™)
What's new
5.4.5: Fixes a crash that could occur with iPhone OS prior to 3.0.
5.4.4: Add support for skins
5.4.3: Add background updating and lots of improvements.
5.4.0: Added recording and playback of radio stations.
Download
RECORDING (New in version 5.4)
Record your favorite stations to playback later. This is great for news shows that you want to listen to at a later time or when you want to listen to radio when you don't have an Internet connection, like on the plane or subway. While playing back, you scan skip forward and back to skip past songs and commercials you don't want to hear.
SKINS (New!)
Choose from several available skins to change the look and feel of the Now Playing screen!
STATIONS NEAR YOU
Pocket Tunes Radio lets you search for stations based on your current location using the GPS technology in your iPhone. No matter where you are, local stations can be easily and quickly found.
WEB-BASED STATIONS
In addition to thousands of free stations, also listen to web based subscription services for XM and Sirius satellite radio (Howard Stern, Oprah, BBC, Martha Stewart, NFL, NHL, Bloomberg, etc., ...), and Live365 VIP. These services require an active paid subscription to listen, and Pocket Tunes provides access to thousands of free stations as well. To learn more, visit pockettunesradio.com.
SELECTION (Now over 16,000 streams!)
The pre-populated station catalog can be browsed by genre and by country. You can select from over 16,000 streams (including popular stations like KCRW, Hot 97, BBC 1, etc., ...) or browse the web to add even more. The catalog is continually updated and will automatically grow as new stations are added. For convenience, you can even hide groups of stations that aren't of interest to you, to make browsing even easier.
BACKGROUND PLAYBACK
MP3 and AAC+ stations can be played in the background while you run other applications on your iPhone or iPod touch.
INTELLIGENCE
Pocket Tunes Radio remembers stations that you listen to so that you can easily find them again. To maximize playback quality, stream speed is automatically selected for you based on whether a wifi or Edge/3G network is being used. You can also override the automatically chosen speed by manually changing the station bitrate yourself.
PERSONALIZE
Add stations to your Favorites for quick access the next time you listen.
COLLECT SONGS
Like the song playing on a station? With the tap of a button, Pocket Tunes Radio will search for it in the iTunes Store so you can buy it or learn more.
MULTI TASK
Want to listen to Internet radio but still check your e-mail or surf the web? Easy, Pocket Tunes comes with a robust built in web browser so you can surf while Pocket Tunes Radio plays. You can even bookmark web pages to your Favorites.
SEARCH
Know the station you are looking for? Enter a keyword on the search tab to search the entire catalog of stations, by city, state, country, call sign, or frequency. You can even search within a group of stations, and filter the results by station tags.
SUPPORT
We invest in top-notch support engineers to get you quick and helpful responses to all of your questions. Want to see your favorite station in our catalog? Just send a request to support@normsoft.com to get it added.
TECHNICAL SPECIFICATIONS
* Formats: MP3, AAC, WMA, AAC+, Ogg Vorbis.
* Streaming Audio Protocols: MMSH, HTTP, ShoutCast, and RTSP.
Pocket Tunes® - Your Phone. Your Music.(™)
What's new
5.4.5: Fixes a crash that could occur with iPhone OS prior to 3.0.
5.4.4: Add support for skins
5.4.3: Add background updating and lots of improvements.
5.4.0: Added recording and playback of radio stations.
Download
Make Over
Photo Makeover
It's a makeover in your pocket!
Snap and swipe for super-model photos.
Slim faces, create smiles & enhance any face with professional Photoshop results!!
-------------------------------------
Photo Makeover is a runway model's secret weapon when shooting shots with the iPhone. Snap a shot and then edit it with cosmetic magic to change facial features and adjust facial expressions with just a few swipes. Photo Makeover is perfect for touching-up group photos, glamorizing portraits or for runway models, on the run.
Simple but powerful adjustment and enhancement tools control all aspects of a subject's facial image (eyes, nose or mouth). Edit the general shape and size of the head and every facial feature providing just the right level of enhancement any picture needs. Adjust to precision with subtle expression adjustments to full, dramatic makeovers.
Photo Makeover provides a wide variety of features and easy to use tools, making it very easy to enhance faces with great speed and achieve excellent results.
- Remove bad expressions - Add a smile
- Change facial expression
- Open and widen eyes
- Adjust head proportion & width
- Slim/Fatten face
- Revamp & Beautify faces
- Improve balance & symmetry
-------------------------------------
Key Features of Photo Makeover:
* Super swipe editing with touch-sensitive controls *
5 selectable facial regions each with move, rotate and size controls; and the facial outline width and height control provide the ability to make thousands of subtle changes.
With the iPhone panel, you may enjoy manipulating facial features by dragging, pinching, spreading, and rotating on the screen with merely two fingers.
* Templates for super-models & photo pranksters *
To simplify expression enhancement Photo Makeover includes a library of pre-made facial expression templates created by analyzing thousands of faces. Select a preset expression & adjustment is then made with Photo Makeover 's "Expression Strength" slider bar.
Instant pro photo editing results with these one-touch templates:
- Beauty faces: Younger, Proportional, Slimmer
- Attractive faces: Confident, Sexier, Kinder, Smile
- Naughty faces: MakeFace, Kiss, Angry, Sleepy
- Crazy faces: Alien, Sleepy, Rounder, Mean
- Animal faces: Koala, Fox, Bull, Monkey
* Automatic Color Level *
Photo Makeover's powerful image color correction uses automatic color balancing. Create vibrant colorful photos from imperfectly lit images such as over/under exposed, taken with a low quality camera or washed-out due to backlighting. The auto color level tool automatically adjusts your photo providing a vibrant image.
* Automatic Face Detection *
By locating four facial anchor points automatically or manually, the application will determine facial features and muscles for further facial feature adjustment.
* Import/Export photos *
Photo Makeover supports edited photos from your photo library or captured with the iPhone Camera.
You may not only save the modified images into your album but also share them instantly with Facebook.
What's new
Automatic face detection improvement
Download
It's a makeover in your pocket!
Snap and swipe for super-model photos.
Slim faces, create smiles & enhance any face with professional Photoshop results!!
-------------------------------------
Photo Makeover is a runway model's secret weapon when shooting shots with the iPhone. Snap a shot and then edit it with cosmetic magic to change facial features and adjust facial expressions with just a few swipes. Photo Makeover is perfect for touching-up group photos, glamorizing portraits or for runway models, on the run.
Simple but powerful adjustment and enhancement tools control all aspects of a subject's facial image (eyes, nose or mouth). Edit the general shape and size of the head and every facial feature providing just the right level of enhancement any picture needs. Adjust to precision with subtle expression adjustments to full, dramatic makeovers.
Photo Makeover provides a wide variety of features and easy to use tools, making it very easy to enhance faces with great speed and achieve excellent results.
- Remove bad expressions - Add a smile
- Change facial expression
- Open and widen eyes
- Adjust head proportion & width
- Slim/Fatten face
- Revamp & Beautify faces
- Improve balance & symmetry
-------------------------------------
Key Features of Photo Makeover:
* Super swipe editing with touch-sensitive controls *
5 selectable facial regions each with move, rotate and size controls; and the facial outline width and height control provide the ability to make thousands of subtle changes.
With the iPhone panel, you may enjoy manipulating facial features by dragging, pinching, spreading, and rotating on the screen with merely two fingers.
* Templates for super-models & photo pranksters *
To simplify expression enhancement Photo Makeover includes a library of pre-made facial expression templates created by analyzing thousands of faces. Select a preset expression & adjustment is then made with Photo Makeover 's "Expression Strength" slider bar.
Instant pro photo editing results with these one-touch templates:
- Beauty faces: Younger, Proportional, Slimmer
- Attractive faces: Confident, Sexier, Kinder, Smile
- Naughty faces: MakeFace, Kiss, Angry, Sleepy
- Crazy faces: Alien, Sleepy, Rounder, Mean
- Animal faces: Koala, Fox, Bull, Monkey
* Automatic Color Level *
Photo Makeover's powerful image color correction uses automatic color balancing. Create vibrant colorful photos from imperfectly lit images such as over/under exposed, taken with a low quality camera or washed-out due to backlighting. The auto color level tool automatically adjusts your photo providing a vibrant image.
* Automatic Face Detection *
By locating four facial anchor points automatically or manually, the application will determine facial features and muscles for further facial feature adjustment.
* Import/Export photos *
Photo Makeover supports edited photos from your photo library or captured with the iPhone Camera.
You may not only save the modified images into your album but also share them instantly with Facebook.
What's new
Automatic face detection improvement
Download
Smart Note v1.0
Finally group your notes, to-do’s, photos, voice-recording into folders – with just one app!
SmartNotes is an innnovative note capturing app and to-do manager that allows you the flexibility of combining notes with todos. Even more – SmartNotes allows you to attach photos or voice recordings to each note or todo to help you organize your life.SmartNotes uses new innovative technology to allow you to group your notes into folders by dragging your notes on-top of each other to group them easily. This unique technology allows you to very quickly organize your thoughts into common areas – no other note app has such simple and intuitive technology! In addition, SmartNotes helps you organize your notes by tagging them with over 12 different projects that they can belong to.
Quickly enter new notes using the simple “quick note” feature and in thepost-it memo style to enter all your thoughts such as favorite-quotes, grocery-list, your-book-outline, travel-diary and your private list of innovative-ideas. All this with a beautiful, simple to use interface and more powerful features than any other note taking app.
With SmartNotes you can easily and quickly organize your thoughts with simply tapping and dragging them together!
Key Features
* quickly enter free form text into a note.
* drag group common notes onto another to create folders
* move notes around with your finger to indicate priority
* assign notes to any number of different projects
* attach photos to notes
* attach voice-recordings to notes
* create to-do notes and checklists
* email your notes
* connect notes with contacts from your addressbook
* insert contact info from your address-book
* insert address info into your note
* call from your note with attached contact
* map your note with google maps
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Surviving High School
WHOEVER. WHEREVER. WHATEVER! Welcome to Centerscore High! Get the first Surviving High School Mega Pack plus this week’s FREE EPISODE, and start your interactive story-adventure! The story changes with each decision YOU make. But remember, some choices are wiser than others… CONTINUE EACH WEEK WITH FREE “NOW AIRING” STORYLINESJust like your favorite TV show, “tune in” each week for all-new episodes at NO ADDITIONAL COST! Every Monday, we post a new FREE episode that airs for 7 days. It’s like downloading an awesome, interactive new game every week – FOR FREE. The sooner you buy the game, the more FREE weeks you’ll get. Don’t miss another show!Each week, you can play as new characters with totally different issues. Even play as a girl or a guy!
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Bridge Blast
Bridge Blast is now available on the iPhone and iPod Touch!
Blast your way through 25 levels of total bridge annihilation!
Use your explosives to demolish the bridges and make way for new ones.
Beat the time limit and use fewer charges to earn more points!
*5 Unique Hand-Painted Themes
*25 Initial Levels
*Advanced Physics
*Play iPod Music
***Our first major update will contain the following***
-Online Leaderboards
-Earn in-game cash to buy new items like bombs and power-ups.
Blast your way through 25 levels of total bridge annihilation!
Use your explosives to demolish the bridges and make way for new ones.
Beat the time limit and use fewer charges to earn more points!
*5 Unique Hand-Painted Themes
*25 Initial Levels
*Advanced Physics
*Play iPod Music
***Our first major update will contain the following***
-Online Leaderboards
-Earn in-game cash to buy new items like bombs and power-ups.
All in Game Box v1.1
2011, The Pentagon has dispatched your AC-130 Spectre to provide close air support for US ground forces near the border between Pakistan and India. Man the guns on the deadliest weapon in the sky, and restore order to the land! *Full 3D*!
Project Phoenix
"Project Phoenix" is an intense, tank-based action game with incredibly detailed levels and fast-paced gameplay. It is widely considered to be one of the most advanced 2D action games for iPhone today.After successfully defending a key research facility from invading aliens in "Team Alpha" you have been promoted, and are now in charge of the army's most advanced tank prototype. Your mission? Free the Earth of the evil invaders, which are going to throw their best military technology at you. Can you do it and save the planet?
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1. Multi - Software
2. Project Phoenix
3. Farm land 2
4. All in Game Box v1.1
5. Bridge Blast
6. All in Game Box v2.2
7. Surviving High School
8. Smart Note
9. Photo Makeover
10. Pocket Tunes Radio
11. Bejeweled 2 (Iphone only)
12. Draw Slasher: Dark Ninja vs Pirate Monkey Zombies
13. Bumble Tales
14. Battle Warrior
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1.Sniper Strike
By combining the fast pace of action games with the satisfaction of a precision sniper shot, Sniper Strike offers fun and exciting gameplay like never before.
Players eliminate targets in two varied and distinct environments: The Village and The City. Multiple gameplay modes are available for added replayability.
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1.Sniper Strike
By combining the fast pace of action games with the satisfaction of a precision sniper shot, Sniper Strike offers fun and exciting gameplay like never before.
Players eliminate targets in two varied and distinct environments: The Village and The City. Multiple gameplay modes are available for added replayability.
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2. PDF Viewer:
This software will help you to view offline pdf files.
3. Itank Battle:
4. Astroboy Flying - Action game:
5. Quick Office Suite:
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